Lord of the Low Version System

Nothing seems difficult!

Long Yang curled his lips and said that Dian Cang's swordsmanship can be said to be profound or profound, and it can be said to be simple or simple. It is nothing more than condensing strength to one point.

Just like drawing a sword and slashing, all the attacks are concentrated on the small part of the blade, bursting out in an instant, killing the enemy with one blow.

However, this is easier said than done.

From the shape of the weapon, the material of the scabbard, the posture of holding the sword, the direction of drawing the sword, the degree of twisting of the body, the time and direction of exerting force from the arm to the wrist, the flick of the thumb of the hand holding the scabbard against the scabbard...

What seems to be a simple blow to draw a sword actually involves hundreds of links, and each link can extend to thousands of details vertically and horizontally.

It is precisely because of these thousands of details that Ba Dao Zhan developed a genre from a simple move.

The same is true for the unique skills of the Dian Cang Sword Sect. A straight stabbing movement was used by them to make a fuss and develop into a civilization.

Long Yang was very curious about the action of the caster clapping his hands just now. The flying sword could burst out with such powerful speed and power, which made his defense of the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques and the bonus of the heaven and earth law feel at risk.

If you are strong, you will be strong, but your accuracy is a bit off.

Poof!

Longyang's demon-suppressing sword flew out, and chopped off the man's head with one sword. The powerful sword energy spurted out, and the shadows of the three-headed dragons loomed in the dusk-like sword energy.

This three-headed dragon was originally supposed to be killed by Yang Jian and turned into a three-pointed two-edged sword. However, it was only by chance that the three-headed dragon became Long Yang and was refined into the demon-suppressing sword.

The moment the sword blade passed over the broken neck, the three-headed dragon roared out, followed the broken neck, entered the body, swam around, and then flew out with a small ball in its mouth.

Golden elixir!

The New Immortal World is similar to the World of Conferred Gods. God-level powerful people are equivalent to the golden elixir. As long as the golden elixir is there, they can continue to survive even if they lose their physical bodies, and they can even reshape their bodies through special means.

However, without the golden elixir, not only would there be no way to recover, but the chance of reincarnation would also be gone.

This is the danger of spiritual practice. If you succeed, you will live as long as heaven, if you fail, you will become a eunuch.

Seeing this scene, several other people's faces turned green.

Shu Zi is actually so vicious. He only harms people's lives. He actually collects souls to refine people's souls and ruins people's cultivation.

After the golden elixir avenue, the rules of life and death were freed to a certain extent, especially since the rules of heaven in the New Immortal Realm were broken, and the constraints of the rules were even weaker.

Therefore, many people whose physical bodies have been destroyed will take other spiritual paths, or even take away their bodies.

There are many people in the Diancang Sword Sect who specialize in looking for bodies for big shots. Some children from poor families can turn around and live a life of jade in one fell swoop, and their families have also become wealthy since then.

All he has to pay is to sacrifice his life when necessary for the donor to take possession of his body. If the donor has a safe life, they will naturally live a long life.

The price of selling more than one hundred kilograms of meat for more than one hundred kilograms of gold is very reasonable for poor people.

These nine people all have substitutes, and there is more than one. They are men and women, tall, short, fat, thin, and of all ages, in order to experience a different life.

However, the golden elixir is gone and the soul has been taken away. No matter how many substitutes are prepared, it is useless.

Long Yang laughed loudly.

On the battlefield, they used all possible means to treat the conquered, and they also used any means to force and squeeze them, and to break their bones and suck out their marrow.

The so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality are nothing more than a cloth to wipe your mouth after eating blood food, a lie to keep the livestock in captivity from running away and causing trouble, and to be killed obediently.

It's ridiculous! If you don't have the consciousness of death, don't go to the battlefield!

After saying that, Long Yang reached out and grabbed the Demon Suppressing Sword in his hand, and then rushed towards the eight people like a swimming dragon.

He already understands some of the Cangjian Sect's routines.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the sword broke through the sky.

However, just like the draw sword, the Dian Cang Sword also has the disadvantage of using too much force and being unable to sustain it.

There is only one chance to attack, and even if it does attack, it will only be a stab. If it hits the enemy, it will kill it, if it misses, it will be killed.

Therefore, even though one was against eight, Long Yang was not afraid at all.

It's just a tiger without claws and teeth, it can't help me.

The eight members of the Diancang Sword Sect also understood how powerful their opponent was. Their proud special skills could not hit them, so they could only compete with each other in swordsmanship and sword energy.

However, Long Yang rushed into the crowd and fought in all directions with one move. The ordinary moves burst out with unparalleled power.

All eight people felt the mountains pressing down on them, the majestic sword energy rushing towards their faces, pouring down upon them, and their whole bodies were pressed to the point of being unable to move.

Even though there were eight people surrounding one person, there was an illusion that they were surrounded by each other.

Eight people attack at the same time, with sharp sword light and majestic sword energy roaring in all directions. Especially when stabbing, the tip of the sword will always bloom with a bit of cold light.

Long Yang's eyebrows were filled with golden light, and his vertical pupils were open.

The people facing him all felt their eyes were burning and they could not see anything. Even if they forced their eyes open, they would feel double images in front of them. The sword full of power in their hands immediately froze, not daring to stab out easily.

In the blink of an eye, Long Yang flew out of the encirclement. The people who passed him covered their necks in confusion. They watched three dragons fly out from their necks and then realized that they were dead.

He didn't understand how he died. He only knew that the armor on his body was useless and did not play any defensive role.

kill!

Nezha and the disciples of Shilipo Sword Sect came to cover them up, and more than 100,000 people flew with swords and fell from the sky.

The defensive formation on Fukong Mountain had several supports removed by Long Yang, and it immediately became inoperable. A huge gap opened up in just a few minutes, and the Shilipo Sword Sect took advantage of it.

The disciples stationed on the floating mountain also took off one after another and formed an array.

The sword energy transformed into swords, which fell from the sky like heavy rain. Hundreds of thousands of people performed the Ten Thousand Sword Art at the same time. The magnificent scene was full of visual impact and spiritual shock.

The disciples of the Dian Cang Sword Sect held up their sword energy to protect their bodies, and at the same time clasped their palms vigorously, as if pulling a crossbow. Then they slapped their hands and rushed out like flying swords and meteors.

The Dian Cang Sword was too sharp, and the disciples of the Shilipo Sword Sect had no experience in dealing with it, and they did not expect that the speed of the flying sword could be so fast, exceeding the audio and visual limits.

Almost the moment he saw that bit of cold light, the flying sword had already passed through his chest.

Corpses fell from the sky one after another. If they fell from such a height, they would be shattered into pieces.

More corpses are outside the gravity, floating in the air together with numerous rubbles.

If the Shilipo Sword Sect wins, the people who clean up the battlefield will help them gather their bodies and bury them in peace. If not, no one will care about them and they will drift forever.

Fortunately, under the leadership of Long Yang and Nezha, the Shilipo Sword Sect once again achieved an overwhelming victory.

When Shilipo Sword Sect disciples were cleaning the battlefield, occupying various important strongholds, and counting personnel and supplies.

Long Yang plundered a palm-sized flying sword from several leaders.

Thank God, the key to controlling the flying sword was not destroyed!